Curse of the gypsy woman – Part one
Melissa kissed her husband on the cheek as he said goodbye and made it through the door. It was 7:30 in the morning and she had been up for about an hour, making him breakfast, fetching his paper and serving him coffee as he prepared for work. She usually regretted seeing him off in the mornings, having to look forward to a lonely day at home, the only thing to keep her occupied being the hours spent cleaning the house, working in the garden and having dinner prepared for when he came home. Unfortunately they’ve had no children, but Melissa had reconciled with the idea of not being a mother. It was obviously not what the Lord had planned for her. This morning however, she couldn’t wait for him to leave. Melissa was usually not …